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Saturday morning in the south Louisiana marsh.
Some would rather be in the mall, or at stores, not me.
Middle of duck season, chili december weather.
Light reflects off the water, prior to the duck slaughter.
My green gun gets going, and as the smoke clears,
a pair of mallards float there, the drake and the hen.
My dad is very proud, as he congratulates me aloud.
More ducks come in, as we continue working them down.
The ducks are upon us now, buzzing like angry bees
Not worried about work or school, we enjoy ourselves.
For our only worry would be running out of shells.
Quacking overtakes us, as well as the whistle of wings.
As we sit there hidden in that south Louisiana marsh,
We count eleven dead on the water, only one more to go.
Bang, hopefully another great hunt awaits us in the morning.
Assonance, consonance, onomatopoeia, simile
This is great. I like how you didn't try to go for the traditional rhyming poem. (I'll rather be working out, you know me.)
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